A thick haar was rolling in from the sea. It was so thick you would have had trouble cutting it with the sharpest of blades. On a little blue boat , in the estuary of the River Omen , a tall boy looked despairingly at the oncoming mists. Their icy tendrils reached out to him , bringing with them , long banished memories of fear. The boy shivered. If the haar continued at its current pace , it would soon overtake him and he would be a primary target for the kelpies and other strange creatures that inhabited this part of the sea. He hurriedly adjusted the tiller towards the faint lights of the harbour of Arget.
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The Mists of Time
ParanormalAurum and Craeran are brother and sister. They are different in every way. Apart from the fact they are both outcasts. And they both harbour secrets so deep in their hearts, no one can ever hope to find them. Until one day something happens , somet...
